Page 49 of Sin Bin Daddies
“Fuck,” I groan, my lips brushing against her skin. “I missed the way you sound when you moan.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, her fingers curling against my chest.
Her voice is quiet but sure. “You’ve been ignoring me for weeks. You just called us a mistake and… that hurts .”
I grit my teeth. “I’m sorry, but this can’t happen.”
She tilts her head, eyes locking onto mine. “You already said that.”
And then, we collide.
Her mouth crashes into mine, and I’m gone.
It’s just her—hot, soft, demanding.
I yank her closer, my hands sliding into her dress, gripping her waist. She gasps against my lips, and I swallow it, deepening the kiss.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “You?—”
She cuts me off, pushing me back until I collapse against the lockers.
Then she climbs on top of me, straddling me, her dress riding up, her bare thighs pressed against my hips.
My hands go straight to them, sliding up, holding her against me.
She bites her lip. “Leo…”
I groan. “You’re playing with fire,hermosa.”
She leans in, brushing her lips against my jaw. “Then burn me.”
I growl, gripping her tighter. “Tell me you’re wearing panties,” I say, voice strained.
She smiles against my neck, wicked and knowing.
“I didn’t want panty lines,” she whispers.
Fuck.
I lose it.
My hands slide higher, pressing her against me. She moans, her fingers threading into my hair, tugging.
I latch onto her neck, sucking, nipping, groaning when she whimpers. She rocks against me, driving me insane.
I tug the top of her dress, dragging my tongue over her bare skin, sucking her soft nipple into my mouth.
She cries out, arching against me. “Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, yes?—”
I grit my teeth, pulling away, breathing hard. “We need to stop.”
She leans back, eyes hooded, pupils blown. “Why?”
I rest my forehead against hers, trying to breathe. “I don’t have a condom.”
She exhales, watching me, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. “I’m on birth control.”
“Yeah?” My voice is barely recognizable.
